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Suit & Tie






[Intro: Justin Timberlake]

I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit tied,

I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit tied.

Can I show you a few things?

A few things, a few things, little baby, ‘cause

I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit tied,

I be on my suit and tie, shit tied.

Let me show you a few things,

Let me show you a few things.

 

[Timbaland: ]

Wait a minute. You ready, JT?

 

[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]

I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good looking,

Going hot, so hot, just like an oven

And, owww, burned myself, but just had to touch it,

It's so fire and it's all mine.

Hey baby, we don't mind all the watchin'

‘Cause if they study close, real close,

They might learn somethin'.

She ain't nothin' but a little doozie when she does it,

She's so fire tonight.

 

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]

And as long as I've got my suit and tie,

I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight,

And you got fixed up to the nines.

Let me show you a few things,

All pressed up in black & white,

And you're dressed in that dress I like,

Love is swinging in the air tonight,

Let me show you a few things,

Let me show you a few things,

Show you a few things about love

Now we're in the swing of love.

Let me show you a few things,

Show you a few things about love.

Hey!

 

[Verse 2: Justin Timberlake]

Stop, let me get a good look at it,

So thick, now I know why they call it a fatty.

Shit's so sick got a hit and picked up a habit,

But that's alright, ‘cause you're all mine.

Go on, and show ‘em who you call daddy,

I guess they're just mad ‘cause, girl, they wish they had it,

My killer, my Thriller, yeah, you're a classic

And you're all mine tonight.

 

[Chorus]

 

Hey, get out your seat, Hov!

 

[Jay-Z: ]

All black at the white shows,

White shoes at the black shows,

Green card for the Cuban links,

Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show.

Nothing exceeds like excess,

Stoute got gout from having the best of the best.

Is this what it's all about?

I'm at the restaurant

My rant disturbing the guests.

Years of distress, tears on the dress,

Try to hide her face with some make up sex.

This is truffle season,

Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason,

AllSaints for my angel,

Alexander Wang too,

Ass tight denim and some Dunks,

I'll show you how to do this young!

No papers, catch vapors,

Get high, out Vegas,

D'Ussé s on doubles, ain't looking for trouble,

You just got good genes so a nigga trying yo cuff you.

Tell your mother that I love her ‘cause I love you,

Tell your father we go farther as a couple,

They ain't lose a daughter, got a son,

I show you how to do this, huh.

 

[Chorus]


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